#fae reader

[crashingcryptid]

Small fae reader, who is found by 141 in a glass bottle on some superior officers' desk. You were lethargic from lack of fresh air, your wings were weak and lacked the usual bright color most fae had, and you didn't even flinch when John lightly shook you in your bottle.

"Kept you around as a good luck charm, did they?" He hums as he gently shakes you out onto his palm. You turn your head towards him weakly, whimpering nervously when John curls his fingers around you. "Shh, it's okay. I won't crush you."

True to his word, he kept you safe until they reached the safe house and put you into a more suitable temporary home. "I've never seen a fae in real life before." Kyle whispers as he tries to peak at you through the slates of your cage. "Are the myths true? About their magic granting good luck to teams?"

"Not if you mistreat them. You saw those sorry bastards." Ghosy grunts, shooing Kyle away from your cage. "That's why we get to take care of them."

By the time you were feeling more awake, you were able to take in the space around you. It was a large enclosure, bigger than anything you'd ever had before. Plush moss, smooth rocks laid down in paths, twigs, and some beautiful flowers fill the area, making your dull wings flutter in delight.

"Oh, hello, little fae. How are you feeling?" You jolt slightly when you hear a voice, the same voice that rescued you. You pull some of the fern leaves away from the glass, grinning when you see his bearded face. "I assumed you would want more privacy in your little home."

"It's very nice. But I'm very hungry." You tap your tiny palms against the glass eagerly. "Do you have strawberries?" John chuckles as he gently opens your jar, placing down two strawberries and a small cupful of honey.

"Get your energy back, little fae. You'll fly better when you're full."

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. united by fate, separated by time.

alas, even long-lived species must meet their demise.

featuring : general lilia, nrc lilia. (cameo appearance: malleus, silver, sebek)

cw : gn!fae!reader, book 7 spoilers(might be inaccurate because i haven't finished book 7), BIG angst, may be ooc, bad grammars, reader used to fight alongside lilia

a/n : i wrote this in one sitting so i hope this is enjoyable lol :P

— when the feared general of briar valley first confessed his love for you hundreds of years ago, your brain stops functioning. lilia, a general capable of wiping an entire camp of those human warriors single-handedly, is averting his gaze from you while offering you a flower.

— the first question that you asked was, "are you well?", which makes him scowl at you. nevertheless, you still accepted his confession while giggling at the ridiculousness of it all.

— and so you started dating. it was rough being a couple on the battlefield, having to tone down your affection for him simply because of his title. of course, just like any other couples, the two of you often get into meaningless arguments that can be solved with simple communication.

— "name, i told you many a times already. don't ever call me any of those names while we're on duty. why can't you understand such a simple request?!"

— "it was just a slip-up. you don't have to yell at me for it! i already apologized, lilia!"

— "that's general to you."

— those arguments left a bitter taste in your mouth every time you thought of it. but of course, in the end, the two of you would always talk it out. even if lilia isn't the best at showing his feelings with words, he would usually leave a few trinkets he found by the road with an apology letter.

— a few years passed in the blink of an eye, and the war had finally ended. the two of you were entrusted by meleanor to take care of her unhatched egg, and yet, without her magic or love, the egg was unable to hatch.

— you both spent years traveling the world trying to find ways to hatch the egg. you would sing lullabies to it, and lilia would tell it stories as if it already hatched. two centuries passed, and when the egg was in danger of dying, the two of you were summoned to the castle.

— with lilia and your aid, the egg had finally hatched. after hatching, he was unfortunately separated from the two of you, his only source of companionship. the two of you now reside in an abandoned cottage by the valley, accompanied by a human baby that lilia found somewhere in an abandoned castle. the human baby was then named silver.

— at age one, silver was already learning how to walk with lilia's help. though you sometimes would worry and give lilia and silver a scolding(unfortunately for the latter) because the two of them would suddenly disappear in the middle of the day and come back late at night. simply because lilia wanted to 'show the real world' to the child. (he's one year old for god's sake)

— when silver was three years old, he was sent to the doctor in briar valley after eating lilia's special cereal(how did he even managed to fuck that up?) because silver was having mild fever. you scolded lilia for it in front of baby silver, and he just cackled, saying that this is his way of making the child stronger.

— one day, meleanor's son, malleus draconia, visited your beloved cottage and met silver. he was curious about the 'different looking' infant and asked lots of questions about it. "his name is ... silver? but why silver? is it because his hair is grey? then, shouldn't he be named grey instead?"

— his questions made lilia almost pass out from laughing, making you sigh. you then ask the little malleus if he would be so kind as to take care of silver for a few hours while you and lilia go buy something from the market. malleus agreed, curious to know more about the 'fragile' human.

— at age ten, silver was already playing with wooden swords along with another child in town, sebek zigvolt. they would often play fight with lilia, roleplaying as the strongest knights in briar valley. lilia finds it cute(and funny) at how sebek and silver seems to always fight for the position of general. which, to your dismay, you have to be the one to break the fight while saying, "there can be two generals in the battlefield, you know? there is no need to fight."

— one day, silver ran away from home in the rain because he found out that he wasn't your biological son. you spend a few minutes after that, crying and feeling guilty for making him feel that way, and also hurt to be reminded of such fact. lilia comforted you by saying that everything would be okay, and after that, he brought silver back home.

— when silver was sixteen, he received an invitation letter to night raven college, which makes lilia go into a nostalgic ramble about how the two of you once also received the letter but threw it away back then. somehow, the headmage allowed the two of you to enter even if the letter was over 300 years old.

— life in night raven college was not easy. malleus was often feared by other students, silver would often doze off somewhere and not attend classes accidentally, sebek doesn't have that many friends upon entering because of his loud personality, while lilia would always make students get scared by pranking them with floating chairs. it was chaotic, but it was fun.

— so, what happened to all of that?

— your vision is blurry, and all you see in your peripheral vision is malleus surrounded by a black liquid substance. your body hurt, your head is dizzy, and you can't move at all. the only thing you want to do right now is to sleep.

— you try to reach out to lilia and silver's unconscious body with your last bit of strength, but alas, it wasn't enough to move a single muscle.

— you began to think that, if such things as another universe exists, would the two of you live happily ever after in that universe? would you be able to go back to your life in your shared cottage, drinking coffees, and sharing stories like the old couple that you are? would you be able to sleep in bed beside him again, sharing sweet words and laughter with each other, knowing that there will be another tomorrow?

— you're dying to know the answer.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[hunniiibunniii333]

Jealousy

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You are starting to feel neglected as Jareth gives more and more of his attention to Sarah. You make some unsavory accusations, Jareth doesn't seem to care about your feelings, drama ensues.

Word count: 1,128

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, y/n kind of calls Jareth a creep, Jareth is an ass in this

A/N: Sorry this took a while to finish! My bestie came to visit from a few states away for two weeks and so I wasn't really writing. But anyways, this idea has been stuck in my head for a while now. There is definitely going to be a part 2, it's already half way finished so it should be out sometime this week! :)

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Jareth watched as Hoggle stumbled away, his hand clenched around the enchanted peach he had given the goblin. If he was smart, which Jareth highly doubted, he would heed his threat and give the sweet fruit to Sarah. If not.. Well, he will make good on his threat and make an example of the vile creature. 

"Hm.. I see there's yet another human in the labyrinth.." He whirled around at the voice, his mitch-matched eyes narrowing at the sight. There you were, the shadow that constantly mocked him and his authority. You sat among your crows, one leg crossed over the other, in a dead, twisted tree. You stared at him with a look of contempt, dark eyes narrowed. It seemed the jet black birds around you did the same, tilting their heads and looking at Jareth with equally judgmental eyes. "though.. She seems a bit young, don't you think?

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" Jareth asked with a sour face, crossing his arms over his chest. He was not in the mood for this, already in a foul mood. Sarah shouldn't have gotten so far so quickly, and his own subjects were conspiring against him it seemed. 

"You know what I mean.." You tilted your head, eyes leaving his as you scratched the underside of a crow's beak. The crows bristled contently, hopping on the knee, talons gripping the silk fabric of your dress, "I'm quite disappointed, actually. I know you always had a.. thing.. for mortals.. But to go for one that's barely even started her life? Tsk tsk.. Shameful, really." You scolded, narrowing your eyes at him with disgust.

Jareth bristled, much like the bird on your knee, a revulsion washed over him at such a thought. How dare you! Making such accusations! 

"You know nothing!" He scoffed, waving his hand, as if hoping to wave you away, "I will not even entertain such a notion!"

He turned on his heel, only to be stopped dead in his tracks when you were there. Your arms crossed over your chest, head still tilted, eyes still narrowed. There was glitter on your cheeks, sparkling in the sunlight in that way that made his heart thump in his chest.

Even with your disapproving, jealous expression, you were still as beautiful as the day he met you, his darling wife. 

"I know nothing? Well, I know that look in your eye when you look at her." You said, face scrunching up, "I know you, Jareth. I know how you think, how you feel. And I know that look." You jabbed him in the chest, glaring at him. 

A wave of rage crashed over Jareth at such a notion, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, "You think you're so smart don't you?" He sneered, stepping forward, you instinctively going backward until you felt your back hit one of the stone fictures. His hand let go of your wrist, only to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Is that what you think of me? Some low life who would go back on the vows I made with my very heart and soul?" His grip on your jaw tightened, making your breath hitch, "You would learn best to not question your husband, your king. And learn to keep that jealous spark under control." 

You sneered at him, those enchanting eyes still having that spark of jealousy seared into their very retinas. Because how could you not be envious of that girl? He spent all his time ogling her in his crystal ball, much too interested in the young girl for your liking. 

"If you don't wish to be questioned, you shouldn't do questionable things." You scoffed, pushing his hand away from your face. "But fine. Yet again, you are doing nothing of the sort. Like the time before, and the time before that!" 

It was Jareth's turn to scoff, before pulling away from you. He was sick of having this discussion with you over and over again. He just didn't understand what the problem was. It wasn't like he was bringing these people into your marriable bed. He would never even think of doing such a thing to the being that captured his entire heart. But a flirty remark? Or a glance that lingers a bit too long here and there? That was simply in his very nature. 

"There was nothing happening before, just as there is nothing happening now! Why must you be so stubborn?" He huffed, pinching the brim of his hooked nose, as if this was more stressful for him than it was you. Jareth didn't take your feelings seriously on the matter, and you knew it. 

You bristled up, much like the crows who were stilling watching from their branches. They eyed the quarrelling couple, shifting from foot to foot, clearly nervous. They knew you would blow up at any time, and Jareth was doing nothing to help.

"I am not stubborn!" You shouted, getting defensive. You weren't the problem here! He was! "You just refuse to listen to me!"

"There is nothing to listen to. You are speaking utter nonsense, woman!" 

That was it. You couldn't do this anymore. He refused to listen to you, to see things from your point of view; Refused to acknowledge how his actions were making you feel. You just couldn't deal with feeling like a second choice in your own marriage anymore.

"Fine! You're just soo tired of dealing with a jealous rampages?" You yelled, tears stinging your eyes as you took off the crystal ring from your ring finger, "You can go be with that girl for all I care! I'm sure she'll be much more manageable" 

You threw the sparkling ring at him, which he caught. He looked at you, then the ring in his palm, back to you- Only to see you had already vanished in a whirl of black feathers. 

Jareth stood there, a lump in his throat as a feeling a kin to guilt gnawed at his stomach. His first instinct was to search for you, to look for his beloved wife and plead for forgiveness, but his pride is what stopped him.

His face hardened, his mind set. He would let you have your little temper tantrum. You'd be back, you always were. 

For now, he had to keep Sarah from reaching The Goblin City.. Hoggle should be giving that peach to her soon anyways. 

And with that, he too disappeared, in a puff of sparkling glitter. He had a job to do, after all, and didn't need you distracting him with your pesty jealousy.

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[crush-itis]

HALLOOOO GURRRLL !! HOWW ARE YOUU ?? I'M HEREEE TO REQUEST !! AND IT'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

SOOO i saw a lot of lilia x human!reader but not lilia x fae!reader(i saw a few of them) SO! Lilia and reader have been married ever since lilia was a general! they have been taking care of the boys together ever since the boys were little (Silver, malleus and sebak) Silver see reader as his mother and malleus kinda see reader the same way like silver (?), and sebak respect her just like lilia! Soo the story is the reader secretly visit the boys and snuck in the diasomnia like it's been years they haven't seen each other but still keep in contact by latters~! And when the boys find out about this, lilia was excited to see her only for reader to have all her attention to the boys(her children-) and babying them instead of him! and only got scolded by the reader(she's a bossy wife) for giving her children his homemade foods all this years(silver complain about it to reader) and his kinda sulking about it and being dramatic a little

Sorry for my bad English since it's not my first language and I also hopee my request isn't too much !! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

ㆍ 𓎟𓎟 ⑅ ⠀FAMILY REUNION !

tags ⠀short, fluffy + few suggestive themes, fae!reader

w.c ⠀1031

a/n ⠀thank youu for the ask!! im so sorry if i didnt make the characters act accurately (idk how to write a happy family) but also im doing okayyy, thank you ^ - ^ 🤍

songs coming home, flaming hot cheetos, puppy love, melting

Browning love letters, stamped with outdated, faerie imperial insignias, they crumple, and collect dust from the top shelf they’re stacked in.

You traced a finger against a special love letter from Lilia, brushing your fingertips against the cursive letters, and the wacky doodled picture of you.

You had been resting in the drawing room on the left wing of your hearty mansion.

Your servant had prepared an ornate, gold tray filled with the love letters exchanged with your beloved.

You usually reread your favourites in your free time.

It was something to remember Lilia for.

Although the two of you were still married, and still very much in love, the distance between you two made it harder for you to cope in your stuffy, lonely, and cold manor.

You couldn’t even call it your home anymore ever since Lilia had left.

“Lilia” was what you truly considered your home.

Perhaps it was time to finally visit him for all these years.

With your engagement ring strapped snugly around your finger, you swooped into your carriage, dolled up, gown and all.

The carriage rattled off to your destination: Night Raven College.

It was one… odd school.

When you stepped inside, your heels clacking against the hardened gravel, you felt the eyes of young students pour on you.

It was an academy full of eccentric pupils…

They must be wondering who you were.

Silver had fallen asleep (again) on school grounds.

Specifically, the green fields just next to Diasomina.

His head rested on the hard, jagged planes of tree bark, and the fluffy, tallish grass he laid on served as a comforting blanket, and mattress.

A bit of sunlight feathered on his sleeping face, slumbering away under the shade with no care for his stacking homework.

He’ll get it done in a jiffy anyway.

With Silver still asleep, you spotted your once baby boy lying comfortably on a bed of grass.

Silver felt a tickle on his side.

His brows knitted close together, and in the middle of his dreams drew away.

He stirred awake, and found himself gasping at the appearance of his mother.

“Boo!” you chuckled, and booped his nose.

“Mother?” Silver let out a shaky breath.

“Shh! We have to surprise your father.” you hushed his mouth before gently grabbing his arm, standing him up.

You removed the leaves caught on his silver-chrome hair, grinning at the timid youngster.

You also couldn’t help but squish, and squeeze his cheeks, cooing at his now grown face.

“You look just like a flower!” You were still babying Silver in his big age.

Silver blushed, abashed by your antics.

He was definitely not expecting your sudden visit.



It felt like Mother’s Day.

Silver led you to the dormitory—the glum, dark shades a stark contrast between your bright, sunny smile.

It took a lot of convincing for you to finally get Silver to help you sneak into Diasomnia.

It was your first time here, and you were getting so much attention again.

You didn’t mind the sea of eyes on you, but you most definitely minded the retchy smell stuffing the halls.

You did not see a female in sight.

There were only male students walking about in sweaty uniforms.

They all caught an unpleasant aroma.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, reaching a gloved hand to cover your nose.

It was a great thing Lilia had taught Silver proper hygiene.

Still walking away, you began to hear the footsteps of a peculiar young man.

Silver also heard a loud, screechy voice along with it.

A snarky silhouette followed, and there goes the familiar, bright green hair.

“Sil-“ the loud, beaming voice suddenly lowered as his eyes turned to the lady next to Silver.

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped wide open. “Lady Vanrouge!” He squeaked.

“Sebek,” you smiled softly at the boy. He was still the same after all those years.

He always stuck close with Silver, and your husband, Lilia. You remember him being one of Lilia’s pupils.

“How old are you now?” you chuckled, ruffling Sebek’s hair.

“I am sixteen now, and I have grown into a respectable gentleman!” He still had that loud, prideful voice.

You smiled at that, nodding. “That’s amazing!” you applauded him.

“But may I ask, what are you doing here, miss?” Sebek blinked, and Silver hummed in curiosity as well.

“Well, I missed you guys, silly! And of course his father too.” you reached to playfully pinch Silver’s nose, making him squeal.

“Ah, yes. I still remember your wedding.” Sebek nodded vigorously. He respected you just as much as he respected Lilia.

Sebek’s heart hammered away in his chest from happiness.

With the trio now off to surprise Lilia, they found Malleus along the way.

His nose was stuck between the pages of a non fiction.

“Your Highness,” you poked Malleus’ side. He shivered, his attention quickly steering away from his book.

He was still ticklish as ever.

“Y/N?” He blinked.

He was more confused than shocked.

It was adorable.

You pinched his nose.

With the whole group now, they finally arrived at Lilia's door.

Malleus knocked, waiting for a pair of scarlet red eyes to peek behind the door.

The door creaked open,

“Boo!” You twinkled your hands for a crazier effect.

Lilia was just as surprised as the boys were.

Even more when you decided to spend more time with the kids rather than him.

Lilia pawed at your waist, trying to grab your attention like a flimsy, irritating bat going through its breeding season.

The whole family hung around in Lilia’s dorm, skipping class as they watched a comedy.

It was the only time the students relented in attending classes.

The sun began to lower, and the stars began to shimmer, the kids had gone back to their dorms, leaving just the couple alone.

It felt like the two of you were back in your teen years.

Lilia nipped at your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

He bit his lip, yearning for you.

You felt the warmth radiating from his body, and you couldn’t help but giggle sheepishly.

With his hand now snaking for your hip, pulling you closer, Lilia reached to suckle on your throat.

[starcityyy]

The First Bloom (Lilia Vanrouge x Fae Wife! Reader)

Summary: You begin experiencing unusual symptoms while Lilia and the others grow increasingly concerned, unaware of what he already knows. This is the second part to 'Seed of Hope'

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TWST!

Warnings: infertility struggles, emotional distress, pregnancy discovery, themes of grief and long-term longing, surprise revelation. Reader is a Fae. Does not follow the TWST Storyline.

Authors Notes: It seems many of you guys who send messages like the first part and begged for a second one. Here it is!!! Also I have more works published that you can check out and be on the lookout for future ones being posted! Enjoy!

Parts: Pt.1 Pt.2

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The next few days began...strangely. Not alarming. Not enough to make you panic.

Just...off.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

It started with the tea.

You sat at the table one morning, staring down into your cup. The scent hit you first. Normally calming, something you'd loved for centuries but now it twisted your stomach unpleasantly. You frowned. "That's odd..."

Across from you, Silver paused mid-bite into his breakfast. "Is something wrong?" You only shook your head lightly. "No, just...not in the mood for tea I suppose."

Sebek and Malleus who were visiting both looked up. Sebek immediately leaned forward, concern sharp in his voice. "NOT IN THE MOOD? YOU DRINK THAT EVERY MORNING WITHOUT FAIL!" He yelled before being silenced by Silver.

Malleus, quieter, studied you. "You do look...a bit paler than usual..."

"I'm fine," You insisted, though even as you said it, your stomach gave a small uncomfortable twist.

Lilia, seated beside you, hid his smile behind his cup.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

The next sign came in the garden again.

You knelt among the flowers, but this time instead of calm, a wave of dizziness hit you. The world tilted slightly and you had to steady yourself against the stone border.

"Careful!" Silver was at your side in an instant, hand hovering near your arm. "I'm alright," You said quickly, though your voice wavered, "Just stood up too fast."

"YOU WERE KNEELING!" Sebek snapped, already panicking, "THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"

Lilia meanwhile was watching from the window of the cabin. He turned away slightly, pressing his lip together to hide his growing grin before whispering.

"Two"

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

By the third day, it was exhaustion.

You had barely done anything, yet your limbs felt heavy, your thoughts slower. You found yourself sitting more often, resting your head against your hand as you watched the others.

“You should lie down,” Silver said gently.

“I’m not sick,” you replied, though even you weren’t fully convinced anymore. Silver knowing when his mother won't give in finally gave his comment. “This is unacceptable mother.... We should summon a physician immediately...all these dizzy spells and exhaustion worry me”

Malleus knelt slightly in front of you, his voice softer than the others. “You’ve been unwell for several days now. It would ease our minds.”

Your heart softened at their worry.

“I will be fine,” you reassured them.

By the hallway, Lilia leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking slightly. Not from worry. From barely contained laughter and looks at the family photo on the wall smiling.

"Three… how much longer will it take, I wonder?"

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Of course…Lilia didn’t keep it to himself.

That would have been impossible. One night, long after you had gone to sleep, a familiar presence entered the forest near the cabin fence waiting

“General.”

“Ah, you came,” Lilia greeted lightly, though there was a rare excitement in his eyes. "And stop calling me that, I am no general anymore" he sighs with fake annoyance.

Baur regarded him carefully. “Your message sounded…urgent.” Lilia hummed, then smiled—something softer, deeper than his usual teasing grin. “It’s happening.”

There was a pause.

“…You’re certain?”

“I’ve seen the signs,” Lilia said quietly. “Her magic…her body…everything aligns.” Baur exhaled slowly, something unreadable passing across his face. “…After all this time.”

Lilia nodded. They stood in silence for a moment. Then his grin returned. “She hasn’t realized yet.”

Baur raised a brow. “And you’re…waiting?”

“I want her to have that moment,” Lilia said. “She’s earned it.”

“…You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Meanwhile, you were growing more confused by the day.

Strange cravings replaced your usual meals. Your magic fluctuated unpredictably. Your emotions—though you tried to keep them steady—felt closer to the surface than usual.

And still…

You didn’t connect it. The realization didn’t come in the forest. It came in the castle.

You had been called for a task—something simple, something routine. Assisting Malleus’s Grandmother herself was not unusual for you after all these years.

Still, standing before her always carried a certain weight. She observed you in silence at first, her gaze sharp, perceptive. “…You seem distracted.”

You hesitated, then gave a small, polite bow. “My apologies. I’ve simply been feeling…unusual as of late.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Unusual.”

You nodded, trying to explain. “I’ve been more tired than normal. Certain foods don’t sit right anymore. My magic has been…stronger, but inconsistent. And there are moments where I feel…” You paused, searching for the word. “…different.”

The queen watched you carefully. Then, slowly she smiled.

Not warmly.

Not coldly.

Something in between knowing. “…And you have not yet realized?” You blinked. “Realized…what?”

She stepped closer, her presence calm but unmistakably powerful. “For someone who has lived as long as you have,” she said, voice measured, “you are surprisingly unaware of your own body.”

Your confusion deepened. “I don’t—”

“You are with child.” The world…stopped.

“…What?”

Her expression didn’t change, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. “Your symptoms are not subtle,” she continued. “Heightened magic. Physical sensitivity. Fatigue. Emotional fluctuation.”

Your breath caught. “No…that’s not…” Your voice faltered. “That’s not possible.”

“Isn’t it?”

Centuries of failure.

Centuries of hope.

Centuries of grief.

All of it crashed into that single moment.

Your hands trembled slightly. “…I…” The queen tilted her head just slightly. “You should confirm it, of course. But I would advise you to prepare yourself.”

There was the faintest pause.

“…This is not a mistake your body would make lightly.” She adds before smirking a bit "And I would advise talking to that husband of yours, something tells me Vanrouge knew...he is mischievous after all..."

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

When you returned home, Lilia was waiting in the bedroom.

Of course he was. You stepped inside, quieter than usual. He looked up, studying your face—and immediately knew.

But he tilted his head anyway, feigning innocence. “Welcome back, my dear. How did your—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

A perfect, suspended moment. Lilia blinked once. Then twice. “…Pregnant?” he echoed, as if surprised.

You stared at him.

“…You knew.”

His smile broke. Soft. Proud. A little guilty. “…Perhaps.”

Your expression shifted—shock, realization, emotion all tangled together. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?!”

“I wanted you to discover it,” he said gently. “Your moment.”

You stared at him for another second…how are you so lucky having a sweet and compassionate husband for centuries...stood by your side during the good and many bad times. Then your composure cracked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, quickly followed by tears you hadn’t shed in centuries. “I thought…” your voice broke, “I thought it would never happen…”

Lilia crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his arms.

“I know,” he whispered.

Outside, unnoticed by you, three figures lingered just close enough to hear.

“…Pregnant?” Sebek whispered, completely stunned.

Silver’s eyes softened immediately tearing up a bit.

Malleus closed his eyes briefly his head towards the open window, as if thanking the stars.

Inside, Lilia held you as you finally let yourself feel it.

Not grief.

Not longing.

But something new.

Something you had almost forgotten.

Hope.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello! 🙃 May I request platonic yandere Twilight Link with fae reader?

Absolutely! I went on a rampage on this one, thanks for the request!

Notes: I took this in a more LoZ version since I felt it was fitting, hope you don't mind.

But with headcanons ofc ofc.

Link needs therapy but he doesn't know what that is.

I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE ISTG

TWs: Creepy Link, platonical yanderism, kidnapping (twice).

Platonic! Yandere! TP! Link x Reader

Demoted from fae to emotional support plant, a oneshot.

Link was a very friendly guy.

As rough of a job as he had — before, during and after his fate hit him like a meteor — he still kept himself very gentle.

Lifting his tone and being aggressive wasn't his thing, even though he was technically still a wolf at heart. He had a heavily sheepish behavior in his day to day life.

He had no enemies, only friends, all scattered throughout Hyrule.

Still, more often than not, he was alone at his home.

He still lived near Ordon, but his house, as always, was just outside of the small village.

It was more practical for several reasons, however, as the kids from the village grew up, he didn't get as many visits.

Ilia, the only one who used to be his age — and therefore his best, and only friend — also had other things to worry about, especially since the whole event of her memories being gone. Their relationship just hadn't been the same since, besides, he wasn't exactly the best with heartfelt things either.

And he was shy. There was also that.

Yeah, he was already an introvert who didn't speak much. After the prolonged time not interacting with humans, that trait of his only became worse.

Yes, asking Rusl for help was a possibility, but inherently the worst of them, considering he'd probably end up making said information purposely get shared around Ordon to try and help.

It wasn’t the best help, in Link's opinion.

He felt absolutely lost. More unsure what to do now than ever.

How in Hylia's name is human interaction so much more difficult than defeating Ganon and becoming a monster in the process?

Sometimes, it felt like his social skills had been whiffed out of existence along with Midna, the only other friend he had after Ilia. And probably the one person he never expected to meet, or ever get as attached as he got.

And then one day, when bringing Epona to the spring to drink, he found another impish thing to fill his life with again.

Colin was visiting the other day — the kid came over sometimes, sweet as he had once seen himself be — and had gotten used to filling the silence with his own voice sometimes, when Link couldn't get himself to do it. He rarely ever did it, but that day he was rambling about something along the lines of a tree sprout he had planted by Ordon spring.

“It's like a baby tree, it's like… As tall as me.” He grinned, overly happy at his own tale. The Goddesses bless his heart.

“It fell from someone's backpack when I was walking by the woods, he must have been distracted because he didn't seem to notice me calling. The vase broke, so I had to replant it… It was pretty though, too bad it broke.”

That was… About all Link could remember him saying.

Maybe he should have paid closer attention.

The tree still looked small, and also out of place around all the sand, so did the little creature besides it.

They definitely weren't hylian, the feeling of their eyes on him felt brought the same feeling of a fairy's healing. Link supposed that wasn't the norm with most creatures he's ever met.

“So… You're stuck here?” It felt more like an affirmation, seeing the frustrated look on your face.

You confirmed it with a simple nod. A yes wasn't even necessary when your face said enough. You could have guessed the feelings you must have irradiated that moment.

You were connected to the tree recently planted by the spring, no way of getting much far from it without fading away entirely.

The decision of explaining that to Link — the friendly hylian you had just met and decided to trust — may have been called naive by the elder trees around the forest you used to live at, but they weren't here now, were they?

It brought you to tears, slightly acidic sap drops falling on his tunic, which he didn't seem to mind that much.

You didn't want to talk about anything else after that, which forced Link to use his own mind to decipher the rest of the story, and what could have brought you here.

The broken vase was the next thing to come to his attention.

Link didn't have any problem finding it, maybe that came from his need for closure, or maybe his undesired obsession to always help and save even if people didn't ask for it.

Broken green porcelain all over the grass, dirt half covering it even if it wasn't there for that long, almost as if earth itself was reclaiming the piece, which was understandable when he started assembling it all together.

There were little golden accents all over it, which glowed like a trick of the light, regardless of the actual ambient around it. The thing irradiated magic, maybe even more than you did.

Just enough magic to contain you. Link guessed, he hoped it was just his experience with magic talking to him, and not his actual feelings about this piece.

You had mixed feelings when you saw the nice hylian man come back with the same vase you were once trapped in, all the once shattered pieces now glued together once more.

“I'll bring you back to your…” He paused, the gentle smile fading just slightly with confusion, apparently you hadn't really explained where exactly you had been taken from.

“You can call it family, we aren't related, but we're all the same, in a way.” For a second, you wondered how the youngest taken along with you were, and if they had been half as lucky as you.

“Well. You won't be alone anymore.” He promised, his smile coming back to light.

For one, you were happy when he told you the plan, even though a little part of you felt uneasy about going there again, your fragilized roots having to be dug up all over again and cramped into that container.

But you couldn’t complain, just hover over him, worried his rough hands would rip apart something accidentally on the way.

Surprisingly, that didn't happen. He was as gentle as his words, even if he didn't look the part.

“Are you ready for the trip now?” You asked Link first thing in the morning after the third day in his house.

It wasn't that he was a bad host, no, he was all hospitality ever since he brought you to his house.

But it had been three days since he brought you there and put your tree by the window, saying he was just gonna need to prepare for the trip back to your home.

But you never really saw him doing much other than normal house chores. And you watched him a lot.

You got to explore the little house while your tree got all the sun and water it needed, and he offered you sweets too as you roamed around, but you couldn't get far enough from your tree to see outside of the house, so you spent most of your day with him, and he spent most of his day with you.

Link seemed lonely, you could feel it as well as see it. The feeling clung to the walls and extended over the living room like shadows.

And you wished you could help, but it wasn't the type of thing you could cure. At least not so far from your land.

Sometimes you mentioned that to him, pointed out the problem and your ability to cure it. Link smiled, but seemed to brush it off. Not in a sad way, but more in a way that made you feel like he thought you were too young to know better.

You couldn't count the days very well, but you were fairly sure a bit of time had gone by, Link's hair had grown!

“Your hair doesn't change much.” He commented, looking at you once as he used a dagger to chop some of the strands off, letting the dark blond fall to the ground.

“I age slowly, like the tree does.” I pointed to my tree, it's healthy leaves swaying slowly in the breeze coming from the open window.

“Oh.”

It was a bit obvious, you guessed. Link still didn't go silent, though. He seemed a lot more chatty these days anyways.

“How old are you now, then?”

That one you didn't know how to respond to.

“We don't count days as hylians do…”

That didn't seem to be enough to sate his curiosity about you, though. If anything, his eyes looked even more searching now, even in his silence.

“That's good, actually…” He set the dagger down after finishing, the metal clanking quietly on the wooden table as he went to fetch water for your tree.

You thought you were getting better at reading and understanding his emotions and half finished comments, but that one left you feeling like something was incorrect.

“Now it makes sense why you don't seem to realize how long you have really been here for.” His smile wasn't any less soft, but it was heavy in a way, that one type people usually did when they already expected backlash.

“I thought you said…” Three days, wasn't it?

“You don't worry about that.” He patted your head as he walked past, the water sloshing in the wooden bowl he carried over to the vase by the window, his hands gentle with the motions.

“I've thought about it…” He kept talking, and you clung onto his every word, curious as much as you were patient, almost desperate for his response. You hoped you were wrong about the negative assumptions you were imagining lately. “You said I was lonely, didn't you?”

Naive, was what you were.

“Yes, I can cure it–” You promised it back then, and you tried to remind him of it, but he interrupted you.

“Yes, and you did, and I'm eternally grateful to you for it.”

Maybe he didn't understand what you really meant by literal healing. He didn't let you try to explain it, though, holding up a hand.

“You're healing me by being here, don't you get it? You can't leave.”

“And I promised you something too. You won't be alone again.” He paused. “And neither will I.”

“...Now, if you don't mind, your tree roots are getting too cramped in that vase, be a dear and help me plant it in the garden.”

The soil was rich outside, and there weren't any fences. Not that they were needed. You knew you couldn't go far anyway.

You had made an oath to make sure you'd come back home in exchange for his healing... And in turn, he'd gone and found the loophole in it.

[thatgingernerdgirl]

Fae Trap

Pairing: John Constantine x Fae!reader

Warnings: Fae reader playing pranks on Constantine, Constantine threatening Fae reader with iron.

Summary: You have taken a liking to a certain occult detective…much to his dismay.

AO3 Link

A/N: For @impossibly-moths 🦋

Special thanks to @casuallyobssessed for being my beta reader 🖤

Divider credits: @lupineshieldmaiden

Constantine is no stranger to otherworldly creatures messing with him—he deals with them everyday. But there was something different about what was happening to him.

There were no possessions or demons trying to steal his soul. It was much worse—it was annoying him.

It started off with minor inconveniences—accidentally bumping into furniture he swore moved an inch to the left, his shirt missing a button, and even him falling on his face when he was hungover one morning and didn't realize his shoelaces were tied together.

The last straw was when his lighter quit working completely. With an image many of his associates would have killed to see: an unlit cigarette in his mouth and calloused thumb frustratingly trying to ignite the flame. Growling, he chucks the lighter across his apartment, the offending object clattering to the floor.

Fae. This is the work of a fae creature that has latched onto him and seeks to torment him. He's captured many creatures of various sizes and types but a fae will be a first. Luckily, he knows just how to catch a fae person.

You have heard stories from other supernatural creatures about the famed exorcist—how he was feared and admired with harsh methods to send creatures back where they came from. Despite the danger of being on this man's bad side, that didn't stop so many beings from wanting to experience him—physically or otherwise.

You wanted to see this man and you were going to meet him the fae way: casual inconveniencing.

His apartment wasn't hard to find, being the only one having large jugs of holy water lining the perimeter. You fly through the open entrance and up the many flights of stairs to his apartment door.

You are small enough to go undetected by cameras—looking like a large flying insect to the untrained eye. You pull the oldest trick in the book: knock on the door but hide when the door opens.

"Hello?" A tired voice roughened by years of cigarettes calls on the other side.

The doorknob creaking, the owner of the voice pokes his head out into the hallway. You almost miss your window to fly into the apartment due to how unexpectedly attractive he was. Humans are fascinating with their varying appearances and this human was no exception: Hair as black as soot, eyes the color of the grounds probably soaking in the bottom of his coffee cups, and a handsome face marred with a severe lack of sleep. He is perfect. He could be made even more exasperated.

This was going to be fun.

First was the moved furniture. That same night, he was passed out on his mattress while nursing a bottle of expensive whiskey. You worked tirelessly to imperceptibly move all his furniture an inch to the left—almost spraining your wings from straining yourself with the maneuvering. You were rewarded the next morning when Constantine harshly bumped his hip against the dresser, releasing a string of colorful phrases you've never heard before.

Tormenting him became your love language.

The next trick involved you getting closer to him. A few nights later, he was in a deep sleep on the couch. Flying over, you gracefully land beside him, taking a moment to admire his relaxed features before tiptoeing towards his collar and grabbing the top plastic button. With all the strength your fairy body would allow, you yanked the offending button with a rip of the flimsy cotton string keeping it anchored. Holding the object triumphantly in your hands, you flitter away to your hiding spot.

It was entertaining to watch him walk around for hours with the top button missing and his hair sticking out in all different directions both from bedhead and constantly running his long fingers through the dark strands. Much to your dismay, he has more than one button-up shirt. You make a mental note to pull buttons off the rest of the shirts another time.

Hiding out in his apartment wasn't hard. You found shelter in many spots—sitting on the windowsill, in his concerningly sparse pantry, inside the air vents (being careful when the colder air blows through the ducts), and under his bedsheets when he leaves the building. The bedsheets were your favorite hiding area, it smelled like him—tobacco, aged liquor, and his natural scent that has permeated in the layers of bedding.

Your next practical joke made you bolder. Well into the hours of the night, Constantine was busy striking a bargain with a gorgeous succubus. While they were busy, you flew out from your hiding spot and made quick work of securing the fraying shoelaces together. When the succubus was done fucking Constantine, she got off the bed, spotted you instantly, and gave a subtle nod in quiet acknowledgement of between creatures.

The next morning, he rolled out of bed, halfheartedly slipped on his trousers, and bent over and slipped on his shoes. He must have been hungover and dead tired because when he put on his black leather shoes, he never noticed they were tied together—and fell face-forward, smacking his face with a loud thud against the hardwood floor. You had to stifle your laughter for fear of being found out.

You were observing him the following week, immediately picking up on his chain-smoking. The brushed gold lighter with intricate filigree was a focal point among Constantine's muted wardrobe. All creatures knew about Constantine's heavy smoking habit—a desire to get closer to a Heaven he won't be a part of—and that's when you decided on your next trick.

He was about to light what you thought was his fifth cigarette—you've lost count at this point—when you began your unwanted intervention.

Silently floating closer unnoticed, you utilized your magic to compel the lighter to no longer cooperate. First, he didn't react, thinking it was a mechanical error, but when it still wouldn't light after numerous tries, he throws the lighter towards the wall, the item hitting the drywall and hitting the ground with an unceremonious thunk.

Pulling at his hair, he stomps over to the stove and attempts to ignite the limp cigarette hanging from his turned down mouth. Just like the lighter, you caused the gas burner to not work either. With swears falling from his lips like rain, he shrugged on his coat and stormed out of his apartment, possibly to get a light from a stranger on the street.

The next morning, rays of gold draw you towards the window. The sunlight peaking beyond the buildings outside bathe you in earthly warmth no fairy like you could resist. But your peace was short-lived. Before you could blink, a heavy clear dome closed over you, and a hand covered the lip, preventing you from escaping. You try biting the hand to no avail, stuck in a crystal cell by the giant captor.

Constantine winces as he carries the empty whiskey glass and places you on the counter. The glass provided a temporary but strong prison while he gets a better look at you—small in height, pointed ears, and fluttering gray and brownish tan wings resembling that of a moth. Fairy, a rather cute fairy at that.

But he wasn't in the mood for cuteness. He barely lifts the glass and blows smoke in the cup, causing you to fly around punching the glass and swearing—at least he thinks it's swearing because it only sounds like tinkling bells muffled in the prison.

"That was so uncalled for!" You shout as loud as you can in your native language. Coughing roughly, you shake your head and watch as he moves away from the table. Different types of fae creatures have different kinds of weaknesses, but there was only one that was dangerous to fairies…

Constantine came back to the counter and sprinkled something dark and fine in a circle around the outside of the glass. To your horror, you realize it was iron shavings—the material that burns fairies.

This was no longer a game. For the first time being around Constantine, you are terrified.

Seeing a terrified fairy was a unique sight to him. Your pitiful eyes reflecting back on him, making him appear almost monstrous—this is how you see him. You could be useful to him.

"So you are the thorn in my side these past few weeks," he pulls a up a chair and hovers over you—an ominous being even demons cower from. "Normally I do not allow creatures to live this long in my presence, but I will give you a chance to bargain for your life. You can't run. If I lift this glass and you try to fly away, I will blow these iron pieces on you and burn your wings away."

Bargain for your life? You will take that opportunity.

You nod your head, fluttering your wings for emphasis. His hand rests precariously on the glass, your fate in his hands.

The rush of fresh clean air rushes at you from all sides, which you take in with excessive gratitude—to the point you almost choke and risk falling back against the ring of iron. Constantine watches you with a critical eye—half analyzing and half admiring.

Sitting up straight, you explain yourself. How you've heard tales of him and how you've come to admire him and wanted to encounter him so badly. You didn't like begging, so you offered him protection in exchange for your life.

He considers this, asking where on earth you would be if he used you for protection.

"In your pocket, of course!" you smile playfully, getting rolled eyes from him in return. "I promise I won't touch your lighter anymore…"

He considers this, finally nodding after several excruciating moments. "You can stay, but only on my terms and conditions."

You nod, accepting his stipulations and let him pick you up and place you in his shirt pocket.

Looking down at the tiny fae in his pocket, he smirks to himself.

Indeed, he can definitely use them for many things.

[pininghermit]

A God's Worship

Request: I hope you are doing well 💗 I love the new Adrian x dutchess reader story. I got the prompt, 'Psyco'. I was wondering if you could write a Adrian Tepes x female reader story where the reader is a bit unhinged. But he is madly in love with her. Like a dark, twisted tale. 😁

AN: Hello anon, thank you for reading my work! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy this. Unhinged but madly in love readers are my fav. I tried something new by writing this one poetically.

Genre: drama & angst ig

Pairing(s): Alucard x gn Reader

Summary: His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch. And the world falls apart.

Some sacrifice love for good. Some burn the world for love. Some light it up. And some… create a new one.

This story is for those who become God to worship their love.

"It is not real!"

Adrian clutches Lisa’s hand, his golden eyes wide, trembling with frantic terror.

"You're dead!"

His body, shrouded in blankets, wracks with shivers as he points a shaking finger at his father.

"And you… I killed you. Why are you here?"

He flinches from their touch, ignoring the gentle hands trying to soothe him, to press a cup of medicine to his lips.

"My dear," Lisa whispers, cupping his damp cheeks. "It is a dream. We are here with you."

She pulls him into her arms, a mother’s warmth, he remember it well. Her warmth, the scent of herbs and ink...his mother.

"A nightmare of the past. Your father and I live. We are alive."

But her words are hollow, empty as the castle halls.

Adrian presses his hands over his ears.

"This is a lie… a spell, a dream, an illusion." His voice wavers, a fragile thing on the brink of breaking. Sweat drips from his temple, strands of pale hair clinging to his nape.

Then—

"Shhh."

A voice silences the storm in his mind.

A whisper, just by his ear. Lips brushing his skin.

"You are safe."

His breath hitches. His heartbeat slows. His eyes flutter shut beneath your touch.

And the world falls apart.

Adrian links his arm through yours.

It takes effort, his gaze refuses to leave you tonight.

The winter ball of the Fae glows with silver light, a kingdom sculpted from frost and moonbeams. Next to him, you are a wonder, robes spun from the midnight sky, glimmering with woken stars. Your hair cascades down your back, untamed, luminous with crystals of ice braided in.

The court is frozen in time, statues carved by the careful hands of devoted brownies.

His mother and father are lost in a sea of dancers, their laughter carried by the wind, lost among masked dancers.

Adrian rubs his thumb over your palm.

"You look beautiful, my love."

He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"Dance with me?"

At your nod, he whisks you onto the floor.

His arms around you. Yours around him. Closer than ever.

He dances with the same effortless grace as his father.

Dracula, after all, had taught him the waltz of the Unseelie Court.

Sun-spun hair rests beneath your fingers. He smiles, laughter spilling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

His steps creak—

Not against polished marble, but against worn wooden floors.

Dust shifts beneath his shoes, months of neglect disturbed with each movement.

Yet his smile remains.

His eyes remain lost in the illusion of your faraway court.

Perhaps it would be easier to let him stay here.

If it brings him joy, you would leave Dracula’s crumbling castle in a heartbeat.

"Do you like it here?" You nod to the marvelous sights of your court that your beloved revels in.

Your fingers weave into his hair, cradling the warmth of his head against your palm.

"Why not stay longer?"

The question is light, effortless. Crafted with delicate precision to mask the quiet desperation curling inside you.

What you would not do to have him here, in your world.

To drape him in silks, to spoil him with the everlasting luxuries of your court.

Adrian frowns.

Hesitation lays itself bare upon his face, a fragile thing for you to pluck away at first sight.

Spells make it easier to read him.

"No… please, no." His fingers tighten around your sleeve, his grip trembling. "I cannot leave home."

His steps falter. His eyes clear, gold sharpening through the mist of illusion. "Must stay with mother...and father," he whimpers.

The edges of your glamour wither, fragile as the first frost beneath morning light.

"Alright, beloved."

You pull him into your embrace, his breath shaky against your shoulder.

"No more. We won’t leave. We shall stay where you wish"

With a mere thought, the phantom forms of his parents step closer.

"We shall stay with your parents."

A reassurance. A spell. A carefully woven promise.

You usher him back into the comfort of his dream. The world you have made for him.

Your beloved is happy there. Fulfilled.

Who are you to deny him?

Here, the castle stands untouched, as it had in the past.

Here, the bodies of traitorous friends do not rot in the woods.

Here, the church has never burned.

Here, the humans still live.

Here, you have given him the world he desires.

And in return, Adrian chooses life.

Next to you. Here.

You twirl him in your arms, guiding him through another waltz beneath the dream-lit sky.

He dances with you, laughter slipping through his lips, until exhaustion drapes over his shoulders like a heavy cloak.

His body leans into yours. He tires more easily now. Agitation wears at him faster, the strain of his soul bound to your spell pressing upon his fragile form.

It had been his fading soul that led you to this.

By the time you found him, it was already too late.

Broken by grief, your beloved had been lost to the cold corridors of his misery, wasting away within the crumbling bones of his father’s castle.

But you refused to let go of him.

Your love, your passion, your despair, your grief, it was all his.

But mercy?

No.

You refused to grant him that.

You refused to let his soul wander where you could not follow.

So, you made him a world.

Seared his soul to yours.

Even death would not take him. Not at the cost of him.

You yawn, feigning drowsiness.

"Shall we retire?"

Adrian blinks up at you, bleary-eyed, nodding without question.

You lead him to his room, guiding him to the bed with a gentleness neither of you deserve.

He does not question the sudden shift in scenery.

Does not question the way his vision wavers, as if some part of him knows.

He simply settles into your arms, his face buried against your neck, breathing softly.

And you hold him closer, knowing he will never wake from this dream.